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pjplayground · 1 year ago

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Tragic Mystery

There's a familial mystery afoot, I can smell it.

Bio: Paperjam is an aspiring thespian in their prime. They spend most of their free time working on stuff for their school's current play. They accentuate this eccentric interest with an eccentric wardrobe to match. Recently, his family moved into an old mansion that's apparently been in the family for generations, and his life is about to get dramatic - how fitting for a theater kid.

Basic Info Full Name: Paperjam Bonrad McFadden Age: 17 Height: 6' Gender Identity: Genderfluid (he/they preferred) Sexual Orientation: Pansexual (preference for masculine people) Medical Issues: Anxiety, Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome (PoTS) Can't Leave the House Without: Gum, jacket, beanie, salt shaker key chain, phone, earbuds

Relationships Ink - Father, fairly good Irene - Mother, have conflicting views Undyne - Friend, teases him on the daily Alphys - Friend, they info dump together Burgerpants - Friend, background set buddies Napstablook - New friend, totally does not have a huge crush on them

Miscellaneous Little Facts - The little pins on his hat are little references taken from various spooky/horror movies, can you identity them all? - His favorite flavor of gum to chew is honeydew. - PJ LIVES for salt and vinegar flavored things - especially chips. - They wear a large, old t-shirt for pajamas, and nothing else besides boxers. - When he was a kid, he would take the wax out of candles and mold them into little wax sculptures. He was a weird kid. - The story of Tragic Mystery was inspired by a horror movie called "The Ritual", as well as shows like Gravity Falls as said by Crispy Koala. - PJ's anxiety gives him what he calls an "anxious tummy", making him extremely gassy and his bowels very irritable. Meaning it's not uncommon for him to fart when he's anxious or nervous. - They refuse to eat at any restaurant that doesn't serve some form of chicken tenders and french fries. As they should, honestly. - He has three little pet Cotton Puff Bats named Lock, Shock, and Barrel. - Lock, Shock, and Barrel are fed all sorts of treats by PJ, their favorite being white dragon fruit. - PJ has a mini salt shaker key chain that he carries around on his backpack or belt loop for food emergencies, because he loves salty stuff. - In his closet, he has a pile of old busted up notebooks filled with years of stage play ideas. - He likes listening to music that fits within the umbrella aesthetics of Liminal Spaces and Weird/Dreamcore. - On top of the pins on his hat, he also has a variety of pins that he's collected which he adorns all over his backpack. - PJ plays on an old gaming system - the Cloud Jumper 94 - that his father used to own. He has newer gaming systems but he prefers to play on the old console. - He had a really, really embarrassing goth phase when he was between the ages of 13 and 15. - Due to the severity of his condition on some off days, PJ is a part time wheelchair user. - His mother Irene is a lawyer who believes PJ should work towards a more "sustainable" career. You can imagine how well they get along. - PJ loves horror movies, and doesn't scare easily. - The reason PJ always has gum in his possession is because he concentrates better when doing a minor motor action. - PJ and his friends were all dubbed the weird kids by their peers, so they stuck together. - PJ tries to keep a very collected and aloof demeanor around his friends and everyone else, but that all gets thrown out the window when Napstablook is within ten feet of his sight. - He's very passionate about all forms of art, including painting. But theater is his specialty within the arts. - From PJ's point of view, Blook seems oblivious to his crush on him. Which may or may not be the case... - He stumbled upon his family's potentially dark history by accident while snooping around the new house.

Tragic Mystery was a story created by my friend @thecrispykoala, and may have more content dedicated to it in the near future.

#studentsechoes #reference sheet #tragic mystery #tm pj

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royallibations · 3 months ago

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Elevate Your Mixology Game: The Importance of Professional Bar Tools

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ramrodd · 8 months ago

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The Religious Idea that Took Over the World

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The Book of Job was composed by Elohim the Verb and given to the Maji in BCE 3760 to anchor that runs straight as a laser, through the Cross and forward to Apollo 11 bt wat if Gebesis 15:5 God the Father does to Abram's mind what Jesus does to His Disciples' minds in Luke 24:45 and transforms them into Apostles, It's a graduation ceremony, like when they pin your Ranger tab on your left sleeve.

In Genesis 15, Abram has fallen into a profound, gut typical, post-combat depression. In Genesis 14, Abram goes into battle and fights, side-by-side, with Yaweh, Queen of Battle (AA Yaweh with a uterus) and goes into a parlay when Melchizedek appears with bread and wine and does a little process theology to prepare his mind, leaves a tithe and disappears,

.Genesis 14 ends that phase of the battle, but, in Genesis, Abram is alone on the battlefield and the adrenal high has worn off and he's tired and spiritually empty, I've had tht experience many times after combat and after rugby games, wellington observed that, except for a battle lost, there is nothing more melancholy that a battle gained", That's what is going on for Abram, And God the Father appears on the stage and takes advantage of Abram's vulnerability to violate his Free Will and give him a a brief glimpse of the face of Elohim the verb. He gave Abram a "born Again" moment.

There is a part of the human psyche that is unavailable to The One and is the sacrosanct component of Free Will. I am totally an Intelligence Design Christian, but I also am totally Darwinian, Enoch's 5000 year Epoch is just more evidence in my mind that the Big Bang describe in Genesis 1:1 happened about 13.1 years ago and Earth 4 billion odd years ago as measured by the 60 base numerology of the Maji. I have had a working relationship with the Holy Spirit since I was six years old and he confirms all these assumptions, I am being led by the Holy Spirit in my commentary regarding the literature of the Bible and my role is to stumble over stuff other people can consider for themselves and enter into a working relationship with the Holy Spirit on their own terms, which is characteristic of Free Will,

Elohim the verb's relationship with humanity, as distinct from all othr living things on Earth, is like tht of a kid in middle school with an ant farm that he is trying to train to perform Stars and Stripes forever as a marching band at the half-time at the Old Miss0Alabama game,

Only, because of Free will, we had to invent everything connected with the aspiration,

Free Will is the mechanism by which we proceed to that capacity, and, with Apollo 11, we have invented the first musical instrument which will lead humankind across the very roof of the Universe to sound our barbaric yawp. The ability to think like an atheist and abstract Elohim the verb out of the materials we are working with and put Elohim the verb back into what our hands are working on in the Shaker formula, Hands to work, Herat to God And Free Will makes that possible,

The Book of Job is dealing with issues of Free Will, It is a farce Elohim the verb compose that makes God the Father the Buffoon, He is tricked, twice, by The Satin to let him beat up on Job is please his own vanity in regards to the integrity of Job's worship of The One, Job is beat up six times to prove that God the Father is AWESOM!, At the end of all that magnificent poetry, Job has been transformed into a quivering puddle of protoplasm and God the Father realizes he's been pranked by The Satin at Job's expense.

Fear not is the most repeated phrase in the Bible, When you come to know Elohim the verb, as Job and I do, you cannot unknow The One, This is the reason why my opinion is that eitehr Bart Ehrman's "Born Again" experience was a bogus confession to be part of the popular high school girls, or his claim of Apostasy is a business strategy. He was either lying about ever knowing The One or he's lying about not knowing The One to sell tickets.

The Meme of Jesus knocking at the door of your personal consciousness is absolutely accurate. You do need to make a conscious decision to expose yourself to all that a priori divine shit. The Fear of the Lord is real: Gram Parsons sings about it in Hickory Wind. But the Beginning of Wisdom is ot the end of Free Will, It can be the undisciplined Free Will of Nietzsche or it can be the high-schooled Free Will of George Marshall and Elizabeth II.

The Book of Job is Elohim' the verb's promise to sustain Free Will eternally and Jesus is atonement for allowing The Satin to torment Job. The value added is that the resurrection of Jesus validates the Jewish God Hypothesis and brings the Holy Spirit out of the closet and into the mix of the secular humanism of Pauline Theology and the servant leader ethic of the Italian Cohort.

Tomorrow is Easter. According to the solo scriptura narrative of the Neo-Nazi Jesus Freaks of the God Bless the USA Bible, if Jesus sees His shadow when He comes out of the tomb, there will be six more weeks of Born Again bullshit.

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realtoremaillist · 1 year ago

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barbox2 · 1 year ago

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The History of Barware: From Classic to Contemporary

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derbykitchen · 8 months ago

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Crafting Cocktails with Confidence: Bar Equipment Suppliers Guide

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kyosmommy · 3 years ago

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Minors DNI

contains: friends to lovers, oral (fem receiving), tiddy worship, implied squirting

You aspired to be a great chef and open your own restaurant one day. So naturally you decided to work at a restaurant to get a feel for it. You decided that working with your best friend was your safest route considering he already owned his own restaurant. You ate here all the time anyways so what's the harm. Plus you know free food.

“Hey boss!” you teased, placing all your belongings in your usual spot in the kitchen. The back of the shop was all very home-like. The counters were filled with small nick nacks. Your favorite being the volleyball salt and pepper shakers.

“Hey pumpkin, bad news. We have to work pretty late today.” he spoke over his shoulder and continued cutting away at vegetables. There were small neat piles on his cutting board of all types of veggies.

“I don’t mind but may I ask why?” you questioned as you tied your apron strings. It was canvas colored with a small cartoon origini on it. He loved hearing you ramble about how cute it was.

“My stupid brother wants to pass by with his team which means 10 professional athletes will be eating here tomorrow. Hence all the sacks of rice on the counter,” he points to the table with rice cookers and rice bags lined up ready to be prepared. He places down the knife and walks over to you. “And who better to help me than my pretty little assistant.” He flashes you a taunting smile.

“Alright big guy, where do you want me?”

“Preferably on my bed but getting the meat from the freezer is fine too.” he blew you a comical kiss which you gladly caught and placed on your cheek with a fake lovey dovey sigh.

And so the day began. The third staff member was in charge of the front counter and attending to the guests while you and Osamu made the meals for tomorrow. He was a shy but funny highschool student looking to get some extra cash for video games. Osamu had a soft spot for him so he was often given raises. Hours flew by as the two of you made rice and all kinds of fillings to suit the players' tastes. There was endless chatter about random nonsense, some tv shows you both watch and a shit ton of middle school humor.

“Does it taste good? Or is it too salty?” you gave him a spoonful of the meat and sauce mix to try. You decided to try something new and surprise him, mixing his favorite meat in with his homemade sauce.

“That’s what she said.” he giggled at his own flat joke before trying it. “Hmm goof.” he hummed in satisfaction.

“Swallow!” He couldn’t handle it. He spit out the mix at your face and burst into laughter. Gripping your shoulders to stabilize himself.

“Do you think before you say these things!” He clutched his chest as his breath stabilized.

You gave him a sour look and so he shuffled over to grab his towel and clean your face off. Your eyes were closed as he worked away, wiping all the food off you. He stopped at the side of your cheek to admire your features. “Pretty” his voice was so hushed you didn’t hear him. He leaned in closer, your faces inches apart.

“Sir my shift is over and the shop is all closed up and clean so have a good day!” The poor kid knew he walked into something. He quickly waved goodbye and left as quickly as he came. Slamming the door on his way out.

“Yeah thanks kid, have a good ni- and he's gone. Alright let’s get back to work.”

“Good idea” you cleared your throat and looked away.

Things got really awkward after that. He stopped making eye contact and his terrible jokes stopped. You had to think of something to ease the tension. You still had so much to do and you couldn’t bear to have it be like this the whole time.

“Hey ‘samu can you help me over here real quick!” you shouted from the sinks at the wash station. They were in a separate room to the rest of the kitchen so that spilt water can go down the floor drains. Which you thought was genius of him.

“Yeah whatcha need.” The second he turned the corner you sprayed him with the handheld nozzle. “Oh so that’s how we’re playing.”

He grabbed a nearby cup and filled it, chasing you around for a bit trying to catch you. When he finally caught up to you he wrapped an arm around you from behind and drenched your shirt, laughing into your neck. You couldn't help but laugh along. Your laugh made his chest feel all warm.

The water had soaked through the apron and your shirt, making your shirt translucent. He could see everything from his view above you. He wasn’t going to lie to himself, he’s always had a thing for you and this wasn't making it any easier.

“Didn’t take you as the lace bra type.” His grip on you tightened slightly. “I’m so glad I made the staff uniform white” his hands come up to grope your pretty tits. Pushing them up and releasing them. “You’re gorgeous, you know that.”

“Can’t tell if you’re talking to me or my tits and my shirt’s still soaked.” he softly chuckled.

“Both.” he whispered into the shell of your ear. “Can I make it up to you? Maybe help you clean up?” his hand slowly trailed down to rest in your inner thigh.

“M’yeah.” You hummed in approval. His hand came behind to undo your apron knot, letting it fall gently to the floor.

“Spread your legs for me baby.” his hands smoothed over your stomach before making their way into your pants. “You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do this.” He rubbed small circles at your clit, eliciting satisfied hums to fall from your lips.

You’ve always thought he was hot but god did he just go from a 10 to 50 real quick. “Oh so you planned this, didn’t you pretty boy? Asking me to stay late, all the little hints.” you tried your best to make your voice not sound strained.

“Maybe a little, all with your permission of course.” His other hand made work of your shirt buttons. Taking in all you had to offer when your shirt finally came off. You were so pretty to him. All your small gimmicks and reactions to situations had him so in love.

“Ah. Such a gentleman.” a small moan escaped your lips when his fingers ghosted your entrance. You gripped his forearm and he stopped immediately, looking for any signs of discomfort or hesitance.

“Are you ok?” His voice was soft.

“Yeah can we just adjust positions?” you dropped your head back onto his shoulder.

He had a moment of thought, resting his head against yours. “Do you trust me?”

“One hundred percent.”

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“God fuck! Right there!” your head knocks back into the wall and hips roll into his face. He doesn’t hold back any sounds either, grunting and obscene licking were the only things echoing in the room. He absolutely loved this. It was so messy. Cum and spit dribble down your thighs and onto the floor, his face was slick with your cum and he adored it. He could cum from this alone.

He’s had you against the wall with both thighs wrapped around his face for about 30 minutes now. His idea of trusting him was just another way to show off his strength. Gripping at your thighs like it’s his life line. You thrash against the wall, pawing at his hair and shoulders.

“‘Samu s’too much.” your words were barely understandable at this point. He had reduced you to a babbling mess. He hummed into you and that’s all it took. Your orgasm came crashing down hard. You didn’t even notice what you had done at first.

He looked up at you with cum dripping off his face and chin. The proud smirk on his face made you squirm in embarrassment.

“Hey pumpkin, I said I would help you clean up the mess. But I think made a bigger one.”

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april-avenue-archiving · 3 years ago

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Mess

Minors dni

This contains: extreme levels of sexual tension, friends to lovers, oral (fem receiving), tiddy worship, squirting

You work at Origini miya and Osamu loves to make messes

“I don’t mind but may I ask why?” you questioned as you tied your apron strings. It was canvas colored with a small cartoon origini on it. He loved hearing you ramble on about how cute it was.

“Alright big guy, where do you want me?”

“Preferably on my bed but getting the meat from the freezer is fine too.” he blew you a comical kiss which you gladly caught and placed on your cheek with a fake lovey dovey sigh.

“Does it taste good?” you gave him a spoonful of the meat and sauce mix to try. You decided to try something new and surprise him, miixing his favorite meat in with his homemade sauce.

“That’s what she said.” he giggled at his own joke before trying it. “Hmm goof.” he hummed in satisfaction.

“Swallow before you talk, nasty.” He couldn’t handle it. He spit out the mix at your face and burst into laughter. Gripping your shoulders to stabilize himself.

“Do you think before you say these things!” He clutched his chest as his breath stabilized.

“Yeah thanks kid, have a good ni- and he's gone. Alright let’s get back to work.”

“Good idea” you cleared your throat and looked away.

“Yeah whatcha need.” The second he turned the corner you sprayed him with the handheld nozzle. “Oh so that’s how we’re playing.” He grabbed a nearby cup and filled it, chasing you around for a bit trying to catch you. When he finally caught up to you he wrapped an arm around you from behind and drenched the front of your shirt, laughing into your neck. You couldn;t help but laugh along. Your laugh made his chest feel all warm.

The water had soaked through the apron and your shirt, making your shirt translucent. He could see everything from his view above you. He wasn’t going to lie, he’s always had a thing for you and this didn’t make it any easier.

“Didn’t take you as the lace bra type.” His grip on you tightened slightly.

“I’m so glad I made the staff uniform white” his hands come up to grope your pretty tits. Pushing them up and releasing them. “You’re gorgeous, you know that.”

“Can’t tell if you’re talking to me or my tits and my shirt’s still soaked.” he softly chuckled.

“Both.” he whispered into the shell of your ear. “Can I make it up to you? Maybe help you clean up?” his hand slowly trailed down to rest in your inner thigh.

“M’yeah.” You hummed in approval. His hand came behind to undo your apron knot, letting it fall gently to the floor.

“Are you ok?” His voice was soft.

“Yeah can we just adjust positions?” you dropped your head back onto his shoulder.

He had a moment of thought, resting his head against yours. “Do you trust me?”

“One hundred percent.”

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“God fuck! Right there!” your head knocks back into the wall and hips roll into his face. He doesn’t hold back any sounds either, grunting and obscene licking were the only things coming from him. He absolutely loved this. It was so messy. Cum and spit dribble down your thighs and onto the floor, his face was slick with your cum and he adored it. He could cum from this alone.

He looked up at you with cum dripping off his face and chin. The proud smirk on his face made you squirm in embarrassment.

“Hey pumpkin, I said I would help you clean up the mess. But I think I just made a bigger one.”

#miya osamu #haikyuu #osamu professional pussy eater #osamu x reader #osamu smut

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simtrospective · 4 years ago

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Heya! Hope you’re well! A little sim request for you. I’d love to see what you come up with since I’m bad at making make Sims!

The guy’s got muscles, but he’s not overly buff. He’s a bit of a nerd but he’s very suave and attractive. He’s got that “I love myself” vibe. He loves anything creative based and thinks he’s the best chef ever (which... is questionable).

Hope you have fun with this! Thank you!

Okay! Meet Jordan:

I decided that at the intersection of suave, nerdy, and thinks-he’s-more-talented-than-he-is, is a modern 1950s vibe. I can see Jordan standing behind his bar and getting Tang and Zing all over his date because he didn’t properly affix the cocktail shaker lid before shaking it up. I can see him toying with molecular gastronomy and setting the oven on fire as a result. None of this would get him down, though; just bumps in the road en route to fulfilling his aspiration of Master Chef!

The oven was top of the line, though, as Jordan is Materialistic. He’ll buy himself another, though, as he deserves it (Self-Absorbed). And this time around he’ll pore over the manual and learn how to properly use and then upgrade it (Geek) so a fire never happens again.

Looking at your blog, @loopysims, it seems you use light CC (I saw some nail polish on your girl!) so I kept Jordan light, too: if you go completely CC-free when using him, his face and body should look the same in your game as they do here. No sliders/presets!

Outfit pics & DL link under cut..................

DL HERE

Don’t claim you made him, tag me if you use him, yada yada yada

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watusichris · 4 years ago

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A Mile or Two in Joe South’s Shoes

My 2016 Joe South career retrospective, restored from Internet Purgatory.

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If you know anything about the true breadth of Joe South’s talents, it’s remarkable to consider that if he is known for anything at all today, it’s for just two songs.

For a hot minute in 1969-70, South looked like he was on the way to a major career. “Games People Play,” the tune that introduced him to the public at large, rose to No. 12 on the national singles chart; a radio ubiquity, it captured two Grammy Awards in 1970, as song of the year and best contemporary song. A year after that breakout hit, he rose to the same chart slot with the stomping, soulful “Walk a Mile in My Shoes,” a number that would be covered in short order by Elvis Presley.

After those two signature songs, Joe South pretty much disappeared off the American pop landscape. It was an astonishing vanishing act, for, in terms of sheer reach and ability, he came as close to genius as a musician can get. He was one of those cats who could do it all.

He wrote almost all of his own material; before his late-‘60s emergence, he had already made his mark writing for others – most notably fellow Georgian Billy Joe Royal – and one of his songs, “Rose Garden,” became one of the biggest country hits of 1970-71 in Lynn Anderson’s hands.

South had all the chops to put across his material. He was a terrific, expressive baritone vocalist. Perhaps more importantly, he was a dynamite guitar player who had honed his craft as an A-list session man in New York and Nashville. And he knew his way around the studio booth, too. He produced nearly all of his own records, and they were big, opulent sides, dressed with strings, horns, and chorales (in the manner of Chet Atkins’ countrypolitan sessions, Atlantic Records’ castanet-snapping R&B outings, and Phil Spector’s Wall of Sound). Yet at the core of South’s early records was the gutbucket sound produced by his family band, the Believers.

Though you could broadly categorize South’s music as “pop,” there was nothing weak or watered-down about his stuff. Like any musician who grew up in the South, he was reared on country music, and all his singing and picking reflected those roots. His style also had a strong R&B backbone and backbeat – not surprising, since one of his early hits as a songwriter, “Untie Me,” was for the Atlanta beach music act the Tams. And he could rock hard, and was unafraid to use the studio tools at his disposal for up-to-the-minute effects: Many of South’s most interesting tracks are overtly psychedelic.

Joe South was primed to go places – almost anywhere he wanted to go, really – but a predisposed dislike for the necessities of the music business, the usual rock ‘n’ roll pitfalls of drugs and alcohol, and, most critically, a devastating family tragedy knocked him out of the game when a brilliant career appeared his for the taking.

He was born Joseph Souter in Atlanta in 1940. His family was attuned to music and the arts: His father played guitar and mandolin, and his mother wrote poetry. He began playing guitar at an early age, while his younger brother Tommy took up the drums. Like many Southern households, the Souters tuned in to the Grand Ole Opry on Nashville’s WSM, as well as the popular local DJ Uncle Eb Brown on WGST.

“Brown” was the air name of Bill Lowery, who had been a mover and shaker in Atlanta’s music community since the early ‘50s as a broadcaster, station executive, and music publisher. It’s said that in an attempt to advance his musical aspirations, young Joe Souter boldly went to visit Lowery during his radio shift. No doubt impressed by his spunk, Lowery took the wannabe performer under his wing. One of his first pieces of advice was that Souter should change his name to the regionally reflective Joe South.

Beginning a professional and personal relationship that would survive for nearly five decades, Lowery brought 18-year-old college dropout South on board at his new independent record label, National Recording Corporation. The young picker was at first employed as a member of NRC’s house band, which also included the future recording stars Jerry Reed and Ray Stevens.

South began cutting singles in his own right for NRC, in varying pop, rock ‘n’ roll, and rockabilly settings. His lone chart record for the company came in 1958: “The Purple People Eater Meets the Witch Doctor,” a sort-of-sequel to two recent novelty smashes, Sheb Wooley’s “Purple People Eater” and David Seville’s “Witch Doctor.” Bouncing onto the chart briefly at No. 47, it was the only bright spot during his time on the label, which went bankrupt in 1961.

He continued to work as a performer, cutting singles unprofitably for the indies Fairlane and AllWood and for MGM, the former home of Hank Williams. But he began to hone his chops as a behind-the scenes player with his writing, playing, and production. He made his first mark with “Untie Me,” which became a No. 12 entry on the U.S. R&B charts in 1962.

He made his biggest impact in 1965-67 as writer and producer of Marietta, Georgia-born Billy Joe Royal’s hits on Columbia Records. Their partnership was announced with the propulsive poor-boy-loves-rich-girl saga “Down in the Boondocks,” which climbed to No. 9 in 1965. Royal road-tested such other South compositions as “Leanin’ On You,” “Rose Garden,” “Yo-Yo,” and “Hush.” The latter track reached No. 52 on the Hot 100 in 1967, but became better known in a 1968 cover by British hard rockers Deep Purple.

South also left his imprint via several noteworthy sessions. He played guitar on Simon & Garfunkel’s first bona fide electric sessions, which became the bestselling 1966 folk-rock album Sounds of Silence. He contributed guitar and bass during the Nashville recording dates for Bob Dylan’s groundbreaking two-LP 1966 set Blonde On Blonde. And in 1967, in the company of FAME Studio’s crack Alabama rhythm section, he laid down the signature guitar licks on Aretha Franklin’s hit “Chain of Fools.”

By 1968, Joe South had little left to prove, and Bill Lowery helped midwife a deal for his protégé at Capitol Records, already the home of such progressive pop-country talent as Glen Campbell and Bobbie Gentry. South was given extraordinary latitude for his first album: He produced the collection, wrote all of the material, and played lead guitar, backed by the Believers, a group that included his brother Tommy on drums and his wife, Barbara, on keyboards.

The resultant LP, Introspect, is an impressive piece of work that didn’t sound quite like anything else on the market. It was a widescreen sound, immense and layered, but at bottom down-home and funky. It drew from several stylistic tributaries. Its lead-off track “All My Hard Times” was an updated rewrite of the old spiritual “All My Trials.” The mocking “Redneck” was a loping countrified lampoon that can be seen as an early anthem of the New South; “These Are Not My People” was an alienated piece of similarly styled, Dylanesque social commentary. The strikingly trippy “Mirror of Your Mind” bore a startling out-of-time passage in its middle, while the equally expansive “Gabriel” was a psychedelic parable cut straight out of the Old Testament.

As great and unique as it was, Introspect was a marketplace failure, and Capitol’s accountants yanked it off the market just as a single drawn from it was beginning to make some noise.

Sporting a unique lead guitar line -- fabricated by South on either, depending on which source you believe, a Coral electric sitar or a Gibson Bell guitar fed through an outboard Echorette echo unit -- and a lyrical hook derived from the title of Eric Berne’s 1964 pop-psychology bestseller, “Games People Play” became a slow-rolling hit. Realizing they may have deleted Introspect prematurely, Capitol decided to capitalize on the song with a hybrid new album.

The Games People Play album – essentially a second debut album for South – resuscitated the title track, “These Are Not My People,” and, in an expanded psyched-up version, the song “Birds of a Feather” (which would appear on three of South’s six Capitol collections). To these were added a couple of new originals (including “Hole in Your Soul,” a frenzied vocal version of the Believers’ two-sided psychedelic instrumental single “Soul Raga”), remakes of several early-‘60s compositions for the Tams and Royal, and a potent rendition of South’s Brill Building-styled 1963 single for MGM, “Concrete Jungle.”

This bizarrely reconfigured opus failed to make any waves, but South gained some name recognition with his “Games People Play” Grammys. Moreover, he made some longer commercial strides with 1969’s Don’t It Make You Want to Go Home? The LP, which ultimately reached No. 60, sported not one but two hit singles: the title cut, a poignant look at the toll wreaked by modern life upon the Southern landscape, and the visceral, gospel-styled “Walk a Mile in My Shoes.” It also contained the most hallucinogenic entry in the South catalog: “A Million Miles Away,” a dense instrumental overlaid with a recitation of the album’s personnel and an extract from a telephone call between South and some staffers at the Nixon White House.

These ambitious records might have suggested to some that South’s potential was unlimited. But there was a problem: He didn’t like to tour, and was at heart a studio animal. He also didn’t respond well to the intense pressure of coming up with material that wouldn’t just equal the sales of his chart records, but would better them.

Perhaps in a hope of shaking things up, the 1971 album Joe South was recorded on home turf at Atlanta’s Studio One, where the Atlanta Rhythm Section was the hot session band of the hour. But -- save for “Rose Garden” (included to cash in on Anderson’s enormous hit with the song) and the “Brown Eyed Girl”-like “Birds of a Feather” (it was the third time around for this belated single release) -- the material, a mix of tepid new tunes and recut warhorses, was scarcely South’s best. The disinterest seemed to carry over on the second LP South issued that year, So the Seeds Are Growing; only seven of the album’s 10 tracks were original compositions.

The disenchanted South’s drug use had begun to escalate, and his brother Tommy, who suffered from depression, was also self-medicating. A turning point came on Oct. 11, 1971, when the younger South took his own life.

The immediate result of this tragedy was South’s final Capitol album, A Look Inside, released in 1972. The LP jacket bore a cover photo of South with an open window in his skull, and the most confessional songs on this dark, unsettling record mirror the graphic perfectly. Its first two songs, “Coming Down All Alone” and “Imitation of Living,” are candid and frightening reflections on drug addiction, and they have lost none of their power. But the record’s true killer, which kicks off with a tart quote of the “Game People Play” melody, is the ironically titled “I’m a Star,” possibly the most blunt, world-weary, and self-reflective deflation of the music industry ever released.

It was a record made by an artist at the end of his tether. As South said frankly in the notes to what proved to be his final album, “I flipped out. I just went completely into the ether in the wake of my brother’s death. I just had to get away, so I went out to the islands, caught Polynesian paralysis and just lived in the jungles of Maui for a couple of years.”

He returned, briefly, in 1975, for his lone release for Island Records, Midnight Rainbows. Though it began promisingly with the fittingly introspective original medley of “Midnight Rainbows” and “It Got Away,” the album – again employing members of the Atlanta Rhythm Section – is disappointingly short on new original material; its strongest tracks are wrenching covers of Jerry Butler’s “For Your Precious Love” and Johnny Adams’ “You Can Make It If You Try.”

The last track on Midnight Rainbows is an instrumental titled “Cosmos,” and that’s exactly where Joe South headed. He was virtually invisible on the public stage from the release of that last LP until his death on Sept. 5, 2012, in Flowery Branch, Georgia. Before Bill Lowery’s death in 2004, he issued a couple of singles on his old sponsor’s independent labels: “Jack Daniels On the Line” for 1-2-3 Records in 1981, “Royal Blue” for Southern Tracks in 1986.

The last work he released during his lifetime arrived as a bonus track on the Australian label Raven’s 2010 repackaging of So the Seeds Are Growing and A Look Inside. Sung by South in a charred latter-day voice, “Oprah Cried” is an apparently faithful account of his appearance on Oprah Winfrey’s talk show, where his story of life’s hard knocks moves the hostess to tears. “Son, I thought I’d heard it all,” she tells him.

Considered in light of what might have been for Joe South, it’s one of the saddest damn songs ever written.

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Tarot: The Minor Arcana

The Minor Arcana consists of fifty-six cards divided into four suits of fourteen cards each. Every suit is comprised of ten pip (numbered) cards and four court cards: the Page, Knight, Queen, and King. The four suits are Wands, Cups, Swords, and Pentacles. There are alternate names for each suit but to avoid confusion I will not mention them here. Each suit has elemental, astrological, and symbolic correspondences along with particular traits. Here I will cover the suits in general and their corresponding court cards.

Court cards excel at one of the following four functions: sensation, thinking, feeling, and intuition. They also represent particular types of people such as a youthful person or a mature maternal/paternal figure. These representations can also go into such details as a dark haired, light eyed man, for example. The generalities of each court member are provided in the proceeding descriptions.

Pages (Young Learners)

They represent the element earth. Pages are novices, youthful and inexperienced students that exemplify sensation. They are very good at observing and gathering sense impressions that establish facts about what is happening. The process of collecting tangible evidence can be slow and painstaking. Pages want to be sure their evidence is solidly based in fact before committing to an action.

Knights (Youthful Adventurers)

Knights represent the dynamic element fire. They symbolize movement, action, change, progress, and relocation in the querent’s life. They exemplify the function of intuition. They rely heavily on intuitive hunches and quick flashes of insight about future possibilities. Their ideas are often unbidden or out of the blue; they typically can’t explain the source of these unconscious perceptions. Knights often act impulsively and ambitiously in response to a sudden burst of inspiration.

Queens (Mature Maternal Figure)

Queens represent the element of water. They indicate women who are important in the querent’s life, often in a nurturing or supportive capacity. Watery queens exemplify the function of feeling relying on their emotional reactions to facts to judge the value, or lack thereof, of a situation. They use their emotional intelligence to evaluate whether something is agreeable or disagreeable, valuable or worthless, desirable or odious, pleasurable or painful, safe or dangerous, etc. They often “feel” that something is the right thing to do.

Kings (Mature Paternal Figure)

Kings represent the rational element air. They symbolize mature persons of power and authority who are significant in the querent’s life. These airy kings exemplify the function of thinking. They are especially good at mental planning, logical interference, strategizing, theorizing, and concept formation. Kings seek to understand the meaning of things on the basis of the facts they have to deal with. They like to connect the dots and tend to think more with their heads than with their hearts.

Wands 🪄

Wands’ archetypal nature is one of communication, thought, and ideas. The suit is related to the element of fire and, in astrology, to the fire signs: Aries, Leo, and Sagittarius.

Keywords and Phrases:

Fortitude, enthusiasm, boldness, the spark of life, creativity, bravery, fast-paced enthusiasm, excitement, faith, action, impulse, power, enterprise, animation, growth, ambition, adventure, career advancement, new business initiatives, risk-taking, dominion, aspiration, energetic activity, and overweening desire to win, inspiration, power and strength, expanding ones horizons, passion, competitiveness, going for the gold, courage, quarreling, liveliness, opposition, “Per aspera ad astra” (Through hardship to the stars).

Court Cards:

Page

A useful person, full of surprises, who is ambitious to expand his or her horizons through travel, education, or involvement in an exciting adventure. A stranger of foreigner can open your mind to new vistas. Life is an adventure, and this Page wants to live it to the fullest.

Knight

Get ready for an exciting ride as this Knight adds space to your life. Change is in the air. This knight loves to travel. He readily picks up roots to move to a new location, so a change of job or residence is possible. He is full of surprises and you can expect the unexpected.

Queen

This Queen is a gregarious, energetic woman who is strong-willed and gets things done. Despite her independent streak, she remains devoted to home and family. She loves being in the midst of activity, or preferably being at the center of it, and often has many irons in the fire.

King

The King of Wands usually represents a person of authority who is in a leadership role and has excellent managerial skills. He is likely to be a mover and shaker with entrepreneurial interests and an abundance of enthusiasm. With his thoughtful leadership and fiery personality, he is good at directing other people to get things done.

Cups 🍷

The theme of Cups is celebration, socializing, and human interconnectedness and pertains to emotions. Cups are related to the element of water and it’s corresponding astrological signs, Cancer, Scorpio, and Pisces.

Keywords and Phrases:

Temperance, sharing, fantasy, love, healing, dreams, joy, empathy, looking inward, pleasure, grace, intuition, merriment, compassion, contentment, romance, concern for others, touchy-feely issues, feelings, relationships, matters of the heart, moods, fertility, spiritual achievement, emotions, celebration, psychic awareness, marriage, good times, emotional intelligence, caring, human connectedness, nurturing, creative imagination.

Court Cards:

Page

This Page often indicates the receipt of happy news or of a message related to love and romance. Sometimes it heralds a pregnancy or the birth of a child, which will give the opportunity to care for another person. This Page can also mark the start of a period of creative imagination and artistic productivity. The Page of Cups tends to be helpful and considerate.

Knight

The Knight of Cups approaches with the promise of love, romance, and emotional fulfillment. He is the Prince Charming of fairytales, who comes to help you explore your feelings. This visionary knight can show you how to follow your bliss and make your dreams a reality. He can also provide the inspiration to get your creative juices flowing.

Queen

The Queen of Cups is a sensitive and nurturing woman who plays an important role in the querent’s life. She is able to tune into the feeling state of those around her and use her emotional intelligence to reconcile differences.

King

The King of Cups is a sensitive, emotionally attuned man of accomplishment who gives good advice that can be of great assistance. He is often quite cultured and may appear in the form of a helpful physician, therapist, counselor, cleric, or other professional that ministers to the needs of the querent. Some feel that the King of Cups comes across as cool and emotionally detached as he tries to give preference to his intellect while keeping his own feelings under wraps.

Swords 🗡

The suit of Swords has dominion over intellect and health issues. The suit corresponds with the element of air and, in astrology, the signs, Gemini, Libra, and Aquarius.

Keywords and Phrases:

Justice, thoughts, ideas, communication, logic, truth, intellect, sharpness, incisiveness, cutting, pain, suffering, quarrels, action, confrontation, clearing the air, detachment, emotional coolness, analysis, decision-making, strategy, strife, loss, scandal, separation, conflict, troubles, struggle, debate, worry, sadness, preoccupation, grief, legal matters, verbal ability, words as weapons, beliefs and attitudes, matters of the mind, sickness, surgery, bloodletting, clearing dead wood, intensive medical interventions, jumping into the fray, piercing to the quick, clearing the air, devastation, death, “double-edged“ words.

Court Cards:

Page

The Page of Swords is a perceptive young person who quickly connects the dots to construct theories about what is happening. His ability to plan mentally and to cut to the chase makes this page especially adept at any type of work requiring secrecy, discernment and keen mental planning. He would be a formidable opponent in a game of chess. This page values his ability to think independently but sometimes his sharp words or abrupt manner of communication are experienced as hurtful by those around them. Sometimes this card appears when one is dealing with unwanted news or upsetting messages.

Knight

The Knight of Swords prompts you to take decisive action to defend your rights and protect whatever you hold dear. This clever and assertive knight makes a good ally and a formidable opponent. He readily connects the dots and is able to cut to the chase in any situation. His arrival is sometimes accompanied by the passing of misfortune.

Queen

The Queen of Swords indicates a need to keep your wits about you as you go through a period of anticipated loss, deprivation, or actual grief. This queen has known sorrow but has matured and become more self-reliant as a result of her privations.

King

The King of Swords represents a decisive person who uses his or her sharp intellect to achieve success. This king, for example, could be a physician, surgeon, lawyer, judge, or astute negotiator. He can be quite confrontational in his search for the truth, and he does not suffer fools gladly.

Pentacles ⭐️

Pentacles references things of value such as money and property. This suit is grounded in the element of earth and it’s astrological signs, Taurus, Virgo, and Capricorn.

Keywords and Phrases:

Prudence, business, money, finances, goods, possessions, work, labor, purely material affairs, investments, wealth, security, material well-being, practical attainment, health matters, heredity, good medicine, the care of one’s body, the five senses, stewardship of natural resources, survival, manifestation, laying down roots, tangible reality, business acumen, the material world, income, opportunities for work, work related projects, earth, skepticism, common sense, learning by doing, persistent effort, slow but steady progress, values, diligence, sensation.

Court Cards:

Page

The Page of Pentacles indicates the proper care of one’s body and respect for the natural environment. He is a good student who works hard and systematically to perfect his abilities and achieve his goals. This scholarly and diligent page is often the bearer of news related to one job, an examination, or a financial concern.

Knight

The Knight of Pentacles represents a patient and hard-working individual whose chief aim is getting the job done right. His main focus is on financial and material well-being so that at times he may seem emotionally unavailable as he spends most of his time working. Nonetheless he is dependable and trustworthy – a good provider – and he will offer the querent a strong sense of security.

Queen

The Queen of Pentacles is skilled at taking care of material needs. She may be reminding you to get sufficient exercise, keep that doctor’s appointment. Or properly attend to your finances. Our natural resources are a gift with which we have been entrusted. This queen is especially fertile and may be pregnant with child or with creative ideas about a new business venture. She will come to your aid when you are in financial need.

King

The King of Pentacles represents a productive person of authority, skill, and practical wisdom in the material world. He may have an aptitude for science and mathematics. This card suggest that you are able to take charge of the situation and achieve success in business, science, or some other established field of endeavor. This King often foreshadows an improvement in financial circumstances or an advancement related to career. This King knows how to achieve worldly success and status.

Images by Gemini Lily

📚Book Sources:

Llewellyn’s Complete Book of Correspondences

Sandra Kynes

Llewellyn’s Complete Book of Tarot

Anthony Lewis

Solitary Witch

Silver RavenWolf

Witches Tarot

Ellen Dugan

💻Web Sources:

Wikimedia Commons—Minor Arcana Image Source

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Go For Broke | 04

Im Jaebeom x Older Female!Reader

Genre: Fuckboy!AU, Aspiring Songwriter!AU, Slow Burn, Angst/Humour/Smut (loads)

Warnings: Incredibly mature themes, Swearing, Explicit smut scenes.

Word Count: 2.2k

Concept: Premier fuckboy Im Jaebeom is used to getting his way. Though, he wants more, he craves more. He wants his music to be heard, he wants his music to be loved. So when he learns that the attractive woman he buys records from has an connection that’ll get him into the industry, he uses every trick in his book to get in. Seduction is his game, and he plays to win.

A/N: Apologies for the delay. A shorter chapter this time, 1. to save my sanity. 2. to give you all something for being so patient. and 3. its a slow burn right? we better burn slow.

All GIF credits for this series go to @defsenses.

→ Mood Board → Series Index - Links to the Spotify Playlists are available in Series Index

Jaebeom followed closely behind; his chest grazing the back of your shoulder every now and then as you weaved through APOLLO’s crowded corridor. When the tips of his fingers extended to touch the small of your back when you ventured off too quickly, you felt each hair on the back of your neck stand; his warmth startled you, and it wasn’t just the warmth you could feel in his fingertips.

For the tender smile Jaebeom gave you when you met on the sidewalk, his eyes were exceptionally distant. Despite the stare he held when you greeted him, his mind was far away; something, or someone else blinding him from what stood in front of him. But nevertheless, and without hesitation, you had reached forward and let your fingers brush against the back of his hand; watching his eyes dilate then contract to finally focus on you.

And for the briefest of moments, in the second it took to fill your lungs with air, you saw someone else standing in front of you. Someone else behind the dark eyes that had only ever had dark promises written in their gaze. And when he smiled, that ever sinful flash of canines, it was enough to pull in your ever fleeting resolve. You swallowed hard to make yourself remember.

No. Strings. Attached.

Dommie greeted you at the bar. Affectionately named for the glasses on Dom Perignon he’d slide towards ladies he found exceptionally appealing; he quickly adopted the name - his real name far too bland for APOLLO’s clientele. Jokes aside, the nickname was overly endearing for the tall, burly figure he sported; his name failing miserably to pair with the heavily tattooed arms that peaked out from the rolled up sleeves of his black button down. Jaebeom watched keenly when one of those arms wrapped around your waist when you leaned over the bar to press your cheek against his; the authoritative flex of his forearm not lost on Jaebeom when he caught Dommie’s sideways glance.

“Hello lovely.” Dommie crooned in a fleeting moment of eye-contact before dropping his gaze to his hands; swiftly working on some cocktail you hadn’t yet ordered.

“I haven’t seen you here on a Sunday in forever.”

You dropped your cheek onto your shoulder, smiling sheepishly - feigning apologetic notions through the flutter of your lashes.

“Aww buddy, I’m sorry. Sundays are just really hard for me.” Dommie eyeballed a measure of amaretto into the shaker held in his other hand and nodded condescendingly. “By the time I shut the store, all I can think about it sweatpants and sleep.”

You heard Jaebeom scoff behind you, then watched him bury it into a sweeping glance across the bar when you tilted your chin over your shoulder to inspect his quip.

“And obviously not a single thought gets spared for the folks you’ve left behind here.” You swatted at Dommie’s protruded bottom lip; merely scraping at his fake frown with the tip of your pinky finger.

“Hey! Eric is here all the time. Mark too.”

“And their company will forever pale in comparison to yours.” You shared a moment of patrony with the barman and broke it with a laugh.

“So?” Dommie smarted, smacking the lid down onto the shaker.

“So? You returned.

“So, what makes this Sunday so special?”

What is so special about Sundays? Jaebeom thought, tensely twisting a loose thread in his pocket between his thumb and index finger. Though what he failed to catch, through his cautious gaze circling the room and the crash and tumble of ice smashing against the sides of Dommie’s shaker was your subtle glance. Your sensual up and down inspection of his solid frame and Dommie’s upturned brow of complete agreeance when you said with confidence, “Him.”

"What can I get you?"

Jaebeom shook off his mental haze and turned to finally look the bartender in the eyes. Warmth and kindness behind the clean fade and three-day old beard; Jaebeom realised he had him all wrong. Jaebeom lifted the edge of his index finger to his chin and held a breath of contemplation. Then you knocked it out of him.

"Let me guess." Jaebeom's eyebrow cocked at your smirk; the swirling coyness of your tone engaging.

"Whiskey. Single malt." Jaebeom's eyebrow lifted higher, a grin forming deep in his cheek.

"Japanese. Neat." Jaebeom gifted you a single nod, then gifted another to Dommie who had already turned to take down the bottle of Hakushu 25 off the top shelf.

"But.." You stepped back, sliding your elbows off the counter to turn and face Jaebeom squarely. His stance stiffened, his eyes shaking as you leaned a hip against the bar; the tip of your middle finger playing with the chain of your necklace.

"Tonight, he'll take it with a cube or two of ice. It seems like he needs something to take the edge off."

The tip of Jaebeom's tongue was pressed hard against his canine, his eyes narrow on yours that did not blink once as he read you. He was impressed, but he could feel himself coming undone. And he wasn't happy about it.

The tension in the air parted straight down between you when Dommie pushed both glasses across the bartop.

"Amaretto sour.." Traded for a wink as you picked up the glass.

"...And Hakushu with the edge taken off." Jaebeom almost grizzled, but saw the glint in your eyes and decided to drop it. Play it cool, Jaebeom. Same as always. A mantra he repeated silently in his head as he followed you to the empty table that for all intents and purposes shouldn’t have been empty judging by the crowd slowly filling the room. But Jaebeom started to quickly gather by the fiery exchange you shared with the bartender and the deferential smile the waitress gave you, that that table and potentially even the entire room belonged to you.

It would have to be a fool to have missed the tense electricity that sparked between you and Jaebeom. With every knock of his knee against yours and every brush of your foot against his ankle, loaded stares were passed over the rims of glasses that emptied down your throats. And with every empty glass that left your hands, freshly poured drinks replaced them quickly with never a word said to a passing waitress or a beckoning glance towards the bar. Jaebeom could feel his authority slowly crawl away with every lick of whiskey that rolled over his tongue and with every passing stranger who stopped to greet you like an old friend; who he was coming to realise, you were.

And what annoyed him was that you weren’t even trying. After every instance of conversation interrupted by nostalgic small talk, you always turned to him and placed a gentle hand on his and apologised. With a tender and embarrassed smile as if there would be no way you could avoid it from happening again and always steered the conversation back to exactly where you left off. Your eyes always focussed either on his or his lips when he spoke and Jaebeom could feel the tendon in his neck begin to tighten and tighten every time your lips curled in a way that read bashfulness but screamed temptation.

He wanted control. He needed control. And he could feel it pulsing in his palm whenever he broke your resolve with a witty comment that made you straighten your spine and drag your tongue across your teeth but felt it slip through the gaps in his fingers whenever you parried with a sly comment of your own that made him swallow dryly on the pool of saliva that your intense stare made collect in his mouth and question why he was there in the first place.

Why? Why couldn’t he separate between using you and wanting you? Why couldn’t he sit across from you and steel his gaze away from your lips? Why couldn’t he pull his focus away from you when it dared to drift towards the singer crooning on the stage? Why couldn’t he simmer his rage at why that singer wasn’t him? And why, in the room he’d been desperately trying to get a spot to play in for months, were you seemingly the centre of it? And as he sat there, gritting his teeth and watching your vexing smile that only curled the very corner of your lips to balance the arch in your brow, he could feel his veins filling with ice; ice and all the whiskey he would never have been able to afford.

The fact that you weren’t even paying for any thing that arrived at the table at the hands of reverential bar-staff irritated him the most. Call it pride. Call it ego. Call it the delicate sensibilities that he would vehemently deny existed; Jaebeom was about ready to careen over his proverbial tipping point and let the fire of twenty-five-year-old whiskey make him forego all reason and let it speak on his behalf.

“So, why are you so goddamn important?” Said with too much ice and not enough tact, that it chilled your smile and drained all warmth from your expression. It was a bad move, even if he thought it was fueled with all the right intentions. And he knew it when he met your narrowing eyes with shaking ones and buried the grimace forming in his jaw with a swallow that he felt carve down his throat.

“Excuse me, what?” A hollow tone that echoed between his ears. You pulled back, your once engaged posture slithered from the edge of the table to push your spine into the chair; the leg you had crossed over the other twitched with simmered irritation. Jaebeom faltered.

“I--” Clearing his throat.

“I just mean..” Jaebeom inhaled.

“Everyone seems to know your name. Everyone seems to know your face. It’s like you own this place, or something.” Jaebeom forced himself to hold your stare, even if he felt it branding him.

“They treat you as much, anyway. I mean no offense.” Raising his hands in resignation. You exhaled, tongue finding the corner of your mouth and peeled your spine away from its rigid annoyance. Uncrossing your legs to switch them over in a moment of weighted silence, you offered Jaebeom an unintended olive branch when your calf smoothed across the side of his leg. You’d be lying if you didn’t enjoy seeing him twitch at the touch.

“I used to come here a lot.”

“I can see that.” Jaebeom’s tone reentered his preferred level of playful mock and quirked his eyebrows to urge you to elaborate. Having almost crashed face first into a really embarrassing story he’d never tell his friends, you were impressed that he somehow managed to salvage the situation.

Moreover, if he wasn’t able to correct his nosedive, there was no way you’d shut shop. It wouldn’t have been your fuck-up that made it impossible for him to look you in the face. Jaebeom would have to find another cafe on the other side of the city to sling mochaccinos and suggestive glances to morosely bored housewives clad in active wear with obviously no where better to be; his mess, his painful relocation. Luckily, his quick placation and coquettish grin saved him the hassle. And yet his upturned brow still begged for an answer.

“I..” Inhaling through a smirk. “I was in the family business.”

Jaebeom dropped an elbow onto the arm of his chair, sizing up a response against the way you looked at him. It was inciting calculation in your eyes; a challenge at best and a trap at worst and Jaebeom weighed risk against reward and took the bait.

“Don’t tell me you’re some kind of runaway Mafia Princess who’s disappointing Daddy by choosing to live above the underground?” One sharp exhale showed your amusement. And once again intrigued, your elbows found their previous place on the edge of the table; your clothed breasts perching softly on your forearms and Jaebeom clenched his jaw to stop himself from staring at them.

“Sadly, no.” Jaebeom remarked the glint in your eye and drank the deprecative curve of your lips. “I’m far from being that interesting.”

“No?” He questioned in a tone that fully denied any concept of you not being interesting and reached forward to lift his glass off the table.

“No.” Shaking your head but replying in a tone that completely ratified his assumption, you smoothed over the rim of your glass with the tip of your finger and counted the seconds of unbroken eye contact.

Jaebeom lifted his glass but paused to hold it close to his jaw.

“Though, I’m sure you could have someone bash my kneecaps in if you wanted to.” You edged forward, chest pushing harder against your arms and spoke softly through freshly licked lips

“Oh, quite easily.” You watched Jaebeom’s lips pull back into a smirk that revealed the tongue licking the edges of the teeth that couldn’t bite it down. So you both drank to that and not to the blood raging south through Jaebeom’s veins and definitely not to the heat growing between your thighs.

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